Rob couldn't believe he had had the nerve to approach the great looking black stud, but after six weeks of basic training he was soooo horny. Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind.
He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks. At first it took him some effort to deal with all the black guys in his unit. There weren't that many in his neighborhood and he had been brought up to think of them as worthless. After the first few weeks of going through the same shit in basic training with them, he realized that was stupid. He began seeing them as people and became friendly with a few of them, especially his bunkmate, Willie.
The two of them couldn't have had more different backgrounds. Rob was a blonde haired, blue eyed, 6 foot jock from Georgia. He was captain of his high school swim team and played third base on the baseball team. A typical red-neck southern boy. But, as he had learned at swim camp last summer, he was also gay. He had only had sex with guys a few times, but fantasied about it often.
Willie was a very dark skinned black man, muscular, 5'10" street tough from Philly. He was bright but had dropped out of school to work when he got a girlfriend pregnant at 16. He was straight, but had hustled for quick bucks and great head when the need arose.
Rob decided he had to take the chance of a getting Willie into the sack or regret it forever. The thought of sex with a black dude broke all the taboos he had been brought up with and excited him to the point of bursting. It was intimidating thinking about the possible consequences, but finally he just did it.
He told Willie that he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to and Rob promised him a good time. It turned out that Willie was horny enough to go for a little man to man contact, but only as far as getting a blowjob. That was enough for Rob, and he could hope for more. Now, they were spending their first free night in a cheap motel room off base.
Positioning the trim black recruit on the edge of the bed. Rob reached his fingers to the man's zipper and drew it down, the teeth making a soft buzzing sound as he pulled it down from the belt buckle to his crotch.
At first that's all it seemed he wanted. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front living room in Chelsea. It's funny how it all started really.
I nestled into his body gently pressing my hard cock against him. We looked at each other and he kissed me full on the mouth. I opened to him, feeling his muscular tongue probe against my soft inviting response. His hand slipped down my body to rub and massage my rod. I undid my jeans and wiggled them down my legs. His warm wet fondling and sucking on my member made my legs sag. I wanted cock.
I was a bit nervous placing an ad on the Internet looking for satisfaction for this fantasy, but after a brief email relationship with Bill, the only respondent, I felt ready to go through with it. I now had a guy who was going to let me do this, then I'll never have to seem him again after that.
Thank you for messaging me in the DomBlk4SubWhtM4M chat room. It was an honor to talk to you. The picture you sent me was amazing. You are incredibly handsome and very masculine. Your muscled body and huge hard cock have me very excited. I hope the zip file of pictures I have attached is satisfactory. I included one of my dick, one of me bent over spreading my cheeks with my hole exposed.
True story from my experiences in a gay sauna. After undressing and wrapping a towel around my waist, I went downstairs for some hardcore cruising. This late 20s well-built black guy catches my eye. I want him, lets see if I can get him to fuck me.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
Actually, we didn't meet, but I think we exchanged glances. I'm the shy type, so I tend to spend a lot of time in those situations with my back to the wall watching the world go by. But I definitely noticed him. Tall, thin, blond, incredibly cute, with the most amazing big, blue eyes. He was wearing a baseball cap and dressed in dark jeans and a tee-shirt.
He was always a studious, bookish lad given to long-winded speeches about rather esoteric matters. He was shy and reserved, but I found that rather attractive. As might be expected with any conversation with Brad, we spent about 3 hours talking. "Yes," I said, "You are very cute. I looked at his firm butt and flat stomach....
I was outside of the museum writing in my journal when I noticed a rather peculiar cop biking around me. There usually isn't a guy who escapes my eye and I do love flirting with cops, sailors and firemen, but it is rare to find one returning the favor. I am a cute fella, but those guys are meant to be very ethical and serious about their jobs.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
After several days of chatting with this 58yo online, he trusted me with his home address and invited me over to his home. I indicated to him that i wanted to suck his cock with no return favor necessary. He was also a receiver and not a giver. I again, wanted to experience sucking on a steady basis, but did not want to have cum in my mouth.
"Live and let live" was definitely the motto in the formerly elegant, now run-down neighborhood. He planned on enjoying the few weeks before his job began at the aircraft plant. He looked forward, too, to working alongside all those men. Jerry met Casey late one might when he was moving in. I'm moving in.
Well, not everybody, but still, I'm having to push people away pretty quick - because of my other problem, which is I'm excitable, and it's not long before I come unless I take steps to slow things down.
I have been known to shop at K-Mart from time to time. Not for the latest fall fashions of course, but for everyday basic items like shampoo, neon colored socks or loofa sponge brushes. Go ahead, call me a het if it will make you feel any better. It was the one that says "Queer Sysop". I had a BBS.
5 inch circumsized cock. After paying for my room I wound my way through the pitch black corridors, lit only by the luminous red glow of the EXIT signs and the spillover of light from the cubicles. They had open ceilings which allowed patrons to share the moans and gasps of neighbors indulging.
It seems that I always enjoyed the thrill of being by myself and being very free to do whatever I wanted to. This especially applied to the dangerous and exciting world of live rock and roll. I was especially looking forward to the concert tonight. They both were over six feet tall and had short hair.
I am married and have an eight-year-old son and 10 year old daughter. And by the way I am very attracted to young smooth boys (18-19). I rarely, maybe every two to three years, am involved sexually with boys, but I am always fantasizing about them when I jack off. This story is about one of those rare times that I got involved with a boy.
His hand found the opening and reached into the warmth of Willie's groin, searching for the hardening organ at the opening of his jockey shorts.
Success! His fingers touched the cock and drew it from it's hiding place. Still drooping like a ripe banana, the thick skinned male organ emerged. It hung, semi-soft, semi-hard, black shafted with a pinkish, mushroom shaped knobby head, half hidden with foreskin.
"That feel good, Dude?" Rob asked as he stroked the heavy foreskin lightly back and forth over the bulbous knob of the black cock. He knelt between Willie's outstretched knees and pulled the pants and jockeys off.
"Better and better," was Willie's husky, low answer. The cock began to thicken as Rob's hands fondled it lovingly, touching the silken skin lightly with his fingertips, tracing the heavy black veins that stood from the circumference of this mighty rod.
Rob began milking the black prick from root to tip, squeezing on the pulling stroke, lightly pushing the skin back toward the big sweaty balls on the return caress, until he was rewarded by a clear drop of honey oozing from the deep hole on the tip of the pecker, a crystal jewel of liquid sparkling against the pink blackness of the knob.
"I really like it when a prick starts leaking!" Rob murmured with a lascivious lick of his lips. "I get turned on something fierce when I get to swallow even just a little bit of cum!"
He traced the heavy swollen veins standing out from the stem of the cock with one hand while the other opened the buttons on his shirt, pulling it open to bare his firm smooth chest. Willie's black hand covered one nipple, squeezing and touching the soft flesh, his large, rough fingers rubbing the erect nipple, coaxing it further.
Rob's hand now pumped the prick with increasing pressure squeezing and pulling. The drops welling from the deep hole in the tip began to pearl and then to run down over the knobby head. Bending slightly forward, his pink tongue dipped into this honey, licking it from the smooth skin. His palate, rewarded, savored the sticky liquid that spread to coat his tongue and the inner surface of his mouth.
Pumping more, Rob caught another drop and then touched the opening of the black prick to the pink nipple of his pec. The nipple sparkled as he coated it with the honey welling from Willie's cock. He ran his tight fingers to the base of the cock milking it toward the tip, squeezing the clear honey out to hang on the glans in a thick pearl. He bent, squeezing harder, until the quivering droplet hung, then left the dark knob to descend slowly to his pink erect nipple.
He pulled the long cock harder, jacking it off, his hand flew on the thick black root clutched between his grasping palm.
"Willie, I've been having this fantasy of sucking off a big black prick and swallowing the juicy cum. I'm going to suck all the juice from your prick, and then let it slide slowly down my throat."
Willie smiled at the blonde, "Be my guest, White boy!"
Rob bent forward, touched his pointed pink tongue to the honey welling from the slitted hole in the black prick, wetting the head with his flickering tongue. He rolled the heavy foreskin out from Willie's groin, gathering it around the head of the prick in his mouth, forcing his flickering tongue between the heavy folds of soft skin and the swollen head.
He delighted in the different taste, the musky savor of skin between the soft black foreskin and the salty taste of the honey welling from the head of the cock.
"That's it cocksucker! Suck me. Suck up my juicy cock. Take it all and suck the cum right out of my balls." His hoarse voice implored Rob to more suction, his black hands and fingers busy squeezing Robs nipples and coaxing them to stand up hard.
"Uummm," Rob's muffled answer came from deep in his throat, around the prick in his well-stuffed mouth.
Willie's big black hands cupped Rob's head tenderly, drawing his face down over the thick black stalk welling milky juices onto a thick glob of silver honey at the tip of the prick.
Rob's sensitive tongue could feel the surges in the cock head as the throbbing increased to a steady beat. Sliding his mouth farther, engulfing more and more of the prick, feeling the bulbous head go deeper and deeper until his nose rested against Willie's belly, the wiry black pubic hair tickling his nostrils. He hadn't been sure if he could take all of it, but, in his excited state, it had been easier than he could have hoped.
He swallowed, his throat gulping, massaging the glans with his throat, then, tight lipped, he pulled back, milking the cock with his mouth, savoring the musky juice coating his oral cavity. Twice more his mouth sucked in the length of black prick, deep throating him, when Willie started to shudder, his body tensing.
Once more Rob's lips traveled from tip to root, then holding the surging prick with his hand, he pulled his lips free and open mouthed, aimed his prick to the opening, a distance of about five or six inches.
He jacked and pumped the black rod, turned on by the thought of one of his red-neck buddies seeing the juice from these sweaty black balls entering his mouth, thinking of the juice spraying out from the tip of this ebony cock into his ready, waiting, and eager mouth.
The first hot squirt spanned the space to splash into Rob's mouth, a glob of silver musky juice, and he leaned slightly closer to catch the second spurted offering, trapping it with his open mouth.
As the squirting black prick spurted less sperm, he followed with his mouth, closer now to the spitting squirting end of the cock, until he had captured the last of the sticky sperm in his open mouth.
Slowly, his lips slid over the pink black knob and he pulled all of the still pulsing prick into his mouth, feeling it soften. Rob's fingers tightened at the base of the prick, squeezing the thick shaft upwards, his fingers on top of the rod, thumb underneath as he slowly squeezed the sticky hot cum from the prick, watching the pearly sperm form on the clefted black glans.
His head slowly bent over Willie's cock, as he began to lick at the sperm with the tip of his tongue, swirling his pointed pink tongue into the hole. Licking up all of the sticky silver juice from the tip of the knob, down to Willie's balls, cleaning off all of the warm wetness, then he pushed the cock back into his mouth.
"Suck it Boy! Eat my spunk. That load should be a faggots dream, its been building for weeks!" Willie said, "I love the way you white boys suck cock! My black cock looks great with your pink lips around it, sliding into your face!"
Gently sucking at the lump of flesh, savoring the juices and the feel of the softening satin smooth skin, Rob played with the softening cock, catching and holding the glob of hot sperm.
Pulling his cock back, Willie began to draw it from Rob's lips, until it fell from his lips with an audible pop.
At my first job after college I start hannging out with a guy at work, Trent. I finally find the courage to ask him out for dinner. One thing leads to another.
It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to do it again. The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the high windows above.
They had purchased an old hotel in the Catskills, where we would go for training seminars in the main rooms, and we were each given a private hotel room. This was an older type hotel, with private rooms that had adjoining bathrooms. We kept the doors closed and knocked before entering.
The kid had his ASU baseball cap on backwards, with the bill pointing down from his very slightly freckled shoulders, along his bare back, to his remarkably trim waistline. From what I could tell, the lucky man getting serviced was good looking. The gloryhole wall concealed his body except from the sternum up. Blond Man smiled at the small crowd, glad to be the envy of the rest of us.
First I was introduced to my cellmate Pete and once we felt comfortable, he began to tell me how things work in the joint. I remember going to the shower room for the first time. There was this one wall with about thirty shower heads. It was steamy but as I got closer I could see what was going on.
It was about 2 in the morning, and I hadn't had any luck with the schmoes at the bar, so I decided to see if there was any cruising action going on at a local park. As I headed towards my car in the lot, I caught a glimpse of a white Mercedes sedan pulling in. Inside was the hottest black guy I'd ever laid eyes on. If I turned around now and went back in, it would be too obvious it was for him.
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
I had just started college and wasn't having a good go at it. So one night I was at the campus library trying to study and had to take a piss real bad and the only bathrooms were in the basement computer lab and the upstairs stacks. I went down to the basement I don't know why I just did. Ive always been pee shy so I chose a stall. That's when I noticed the hole in the wall.
"Beach" is a generous word to describe this place as it's mostly boulders with patches of sand to lay out. There's a series of trails & quite a hike to get to the beach but it can be well worth it. The park rangers occasionally patrol but because the surrounding area is heavily wooded & a lot of action can still take place there.
The curve of your fine ass in those dark brown rawhide trousers reminds me of past pleasures and my need to renew them. I'm more concerned right now, however about taking care of your trail fatigue and enjoying one solid night of quiet old-buddy lovemaking.
They all tend to be white-collar business types; men in their late thirties to early fifties; stressed to the max with their "str8" careers and "st8" lives with very little free time to indulge in their real fetishes. These suits are always watching the clock, always racing to appointments, but also anxious for sex and always living double lives; your typical American male masochist.
The elderly surgeon's voice seemed to echo from between the cheeks of my buttocks. I gulped as his finger forced open my sphincter and went where no man had been before. His Registrar was a hunky young guy named Osbourne. He gripped my shoulders and whispered reasuringly to me. "Won't take long". He was so close I could smell his aftershave.
Having a bird's-eye view of the assorted fat guys meant enjoying an interesting perspective of the rounded bellies below. I was getting tired of standing there and considering a trip to the Food Fair when an impressively developed specimen came into my view. My eyes followed him to the escalator....
As I lugged the final load to my car, I had to reflect on the muscle-fucking experiences I had during this past year. All of those hot bodies in the weight room and the occasional stare that turned into a blow job in the locker room. Men who loved the feel of my boner up their tight asses.
It was late, I was tired and very horny. I unzipped my pants and started to stroking myself. Pretty soon I was so hard and excited, I just had to blow my load. I didn't feel like doing that while driving, so I pulled over, pulled down my pants and started to really jack off. Within a few minutes I blew a big load all over my legs. It was a state trooper.
I was bored and horny so I decided to accept an party invitation to go out. In our small country town there are no gay nightspots but there is a group of committed studs that put on the occasional function at a secret location. This time Adrian the organizer had decided to have a barn dance out on a sheep property.
He and his lover are into 3-ways and group sex, and I'd been to a couple of their wilder parties, so I had some idea what to expect. It turned out to be even better than that. When I arrived, they had everything all set up, and there were already a couple of people there. They had the living room set up with pillows all over the place and they had the VCR on with some hot tape going on.
I had messed around with other boys and we did all the usual boy things but I had never been with a man before. My family owned a small automotive/hardware store in eastern Oklahoma. One day this beautiful brown-skinned man came into the store looking to buy a set of tires. He said he couldn't afford anything new, so I go help him find some used ones in the garage.
I had noticed his moving in sometime earlier in the day. I couldn't help but to stare at him. There was something about him. I wasn't really tired so I stayed up reading. At some point I looked over and he had his dick out, stroking the length slowly. I couldn't breath. I tried to watch without getting caught. I became too careless and he caught me looking.
You should know that there aren't many blacks to begin with - which is unfortunate - but that's changing everyday. Weary Californians and sun-starved Seattle residents are flocking here. It's it a good city, with a growing black community. There were some really good looking guys n my class. Dante and Rob are good examples.
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